Tag: Writing

12/2/23

TALES FROM THE DIVE BAR – Chapter 2 Marge has been running the dive bar since the 1970s. She was a cocktail waitress-turned manager at the old playboy club when a rival bar owner noticed something special about her. It wasn’t her looks, which were spectacular. It was was her savvy. The bossman used to […]

12/01/23

TALES FROM A DIVE BAR “Just the facts,” said the officer. “The fact is,” said the barkeep,” that this man is no longer welcome here.” “Ze fact is not,” said the drunkard, “Fair Orafice Sir, that that ze fact is that that this woman is not welcoming to this man.” Silence enrobed the trio as […]

11/30/23

I have strayed from my routine, and the words are not flowing as easily as I would like today. And that’s okay. Yesterday, I had an unexpectedly social day, and my morning routine was interrupted. I wasn’t able to get back on track. And that’s okay. I was productive socially. I made no mark on […]

11/26/23

It’s the Sunday after Thanksgiving 2023. This is the first holiday season without my grandfather, which means this is the first year in more than two decades I won’t be awaiting my grandfather’s annual announcement: “Well, I suppose this’ll be my last Christmas.” My grandfather lived with Parkinsons for a long time. It’s a cruel […]

11/23/23

The Country Club Plaza gets lit tonight. I could paint it, but it seems like there are already thousands of paintings of it. That’s because there are. I did paint a Christmas painting this year – just a simple ornament. I have posted it on Facebook, so some people have seen it. I decided to […]

11/22/23

Morning pages. Home edition. TV’s on, so I have distraction that I don’t normally have during my writing practice. Thoughts this morning are focused on my to-do list. I have to bake a pie for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. I need to go to the grocery store to get fresh cranberries for its topping. I need […]